Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Don't Ignore Me ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: winged_warrior 
Revenge was the last thing on his mind but seeing her lying helpless after everything she had put him through, things changed...
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.14.2006 | Updated On: 07.14.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 798 | Status: Completed
Revenge was the last thing on his mind but seeing her lying helpless after everything she had put him through, things changed...
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.14.2006 | Updated On: 07.14.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 798 | Status: Completed
Don’t Ignore Me
By Amaunet Mortensen
Walking down the long, white sterile looking corridor Timar couldn’t help being apprehensive about what he was about to see. After all, they said that she was in pretty bad shape and he was not looking forward to seeing her in such a condition even though they had never been necessarily friends. He had known Chiyo for a few years now.
She was an attractive girl but had an overpowering and almost unbearable personality. Sometimes she could be insolent and conceited, then other times she was needy and fragile. Their kiss flashed through his mind. He shook the thought. There was no time for such things now.
Reaching the room that was his destination, Timar stood before the swinging double doors and inhaled deeply. The air stunk of alcohol and sickness. He felt sick himself. He pushed the doors and entered.
Before him was Chiyo just as he remembered her, long flowing hair and the unorthodox extremely feminine frame that was uncharacteristic of the few girls good enough to reach her level of training. He moved closer and stood at the side of the little hospital cot. Her eyes were closed, her lips sealed and she showed no sign of life save the gentle regular heaving of her chest. He looked at the curvature of her breasts.
“Chiyo? It’s me Timar. Ca…can you hear me?” He was greeted with only the constant metronomic beeping of the machine aiding Chiyo’s breathing.
“Chiyo?” he asked again looking down at the motionless figure ignoring the various wires and tubes attached to different point of her body.
He knew she had been going through a rough time with her training but she never spoke to anyone; she just lashed out at everyone then bounced back. He had to admit that when he heard that she was completely unresponsive he had thought it was another one of her tantrums but now looking at her, he could see that this was different.
“Chiyo!” it was an urgent plea this time. “How could you do this? Why do you always act like this?” he was trembling now with pent up rage.
“You expect everyone to feel sorry for you and know exactly what to do when you won’t tell them what’s going on. You’re ridiculous with you insane demands. We can’t read your mind. I can’t read you damn mind. Why don’t you ever talk to me?”
Before he realized what he was doing, Timar grabbed Chiyo’s shoulder and started shaking her, rocking the creaking old cot.
“Why do you have to be such a bitch?!” he shouted. Tears streamed down his face. Chiyo’s eyes opened and starred blankly into the ceiling.
“Why do you have to be this way?” he whispered to himself hanging his head, knowing that she could not hear him. No different from before.
Looking up again she saw that his shaking had shifted the oversized hospital gown so that one of her breasts was completely exposed. He felt himself stiffen. No, not like this. His hand trebled at his side battling against his will to keep it there.
Second later the battle was won by the hand and it placed itself on the soft flesh of Chiyo’s breast, massaging and playing with the nipple. Before he could stop himself Timar ripped the gown down to the waist so that her entire torso was revealed. He ran his hands on the flat stomach and grabbed the small firm breasts simultaneously, bringing his face down to cover a nipple with his mouth.
Timar stop it, you can’t do this. It’s wrong, he thought to himself but then he remembered all the hurtful things Chiyo had said to him. She seemed always to be on some sort of rampage with Timar the main object of her frustrations. He had sit by and taken it all. But no more now.
He held the small curvy frame by the waist and shifted it on the cot so that the legs hung off on either side of him.
“All I ever wanted was to get to know you but you wouldn’t let anybody close to you, no matter how hard we all tried. You were so cold Chiyo. It’s like you never felt anything and now look at you.” He stroked her face with one hand and tore off her underwear with the other.
Fumbling with his zipper, Timar removed his penis and let his pants fall down to his thighs. Still stroking Chiyo’s body, he inserted himself into her, groaning softly as he did and started thrusting softly. He looked around wildly hoping no one would intrude on his little perverted act.
“I bet you can feel me now you little icy bitch,” he thrust harder. Chiyo’s eyes continued their lifeless gaze upward as the body jerked rhythmically.
“Why don’t you say something huh Chiyo? Look at me for God sake!” he was angry and thrusting ever harder into the soft, moist, warm flesh. “Stop ignoring me! I don’t want to be ignored! Don’t ignore me you bitch!” he was screaming in complete abandon.
“What the hell makes you think you’re so much better than me, huh? Well I’m in control now! How do you like this Chiyo?”
He put both hands around her throat and began to squeeze. Her face reddened. He paused, flipped the body over so that she lay on her stomach, and rammed his rigid organ back into her, moving with short rapid, rough burst of force, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, wringing them.
“Uh…oh…Chiyo, it…didn’t have to be like this.”
Timar wiped away a tear that strayed down his cheek as he finished. Pulling out from the bruised throbbing folds, he let his pants fall to his ankles and his hands to his side. He looked at what he had done: the body sprawled on the cot before him, motionless, oblivious.
She’s still ignoring me. He could see some moisture smeared on her thigh: his moisture. He was hardening again. More tears escaped his eyes, what have I done?
The distant beeping continued unaffected just like Chiyo herself, everything seemed to mock him. His crying was uncontrollable now; his body shook. He didn’t know what the tears were for. He only knew that they had a cleansing effect so he didn’t try to stop them. He ignored the swelling in his crutch and just stood, erect and crying over Chiyo’s desecrated body in the sterile room.
By Amaunet Mortensen
Walking down the long, white sterile looking corridor Timar couldn’t help being apprehensive about what he was about to see. After all, they said that she was in pretty bad shape and he was not looking forward to seeing her in such a condition even though they had never been necessarily friends. He had known Chiyo for a few years now.
She was an attractive girl but had an overpowering and almost unbearable personality. Sometimes she could be insolent and conceited, then other times she was needy and fragile. Their kiss flashed through his mind. He shook the thought. There was no time for such things now.
Reaching the room that was his destination, Timar stood before the swinging double doors and inhaled deeply. The air stunk of alcohol and sickness. He felt sick himself. He pushed the doors and entered.
Before him was Chiyo just as he remembered her, long flowing hair and the unorthodox extremely feminine frame that was uncharacteristic of the few girls good enough to reach her level of training. He moved closer and stood at the side of the little hospital cot. Her eyes were closed, her lips sealed and she showed no sign of life save the gentle regular heaving of her chest. He looked at the curvature of her breasts.
“Chiyo? It’s me Timar. Ca…can you hear me?” He was greeted with only the constant metronomic beeping of the machine aiding Chiyo’s breathing.
“Chiyo?” he asked again looking down at the motionless figure ignoring the various wires and tubes attached to different point of her body.
He knew she had been going through a rough time with her training but she never spoke to anyone; she just lashed out at everyone then bounced back. He had to admit that when he heard that she was completely unresponsive he had thought it was another one of her tantrums but now looking at her, he could see that this was different.
“Chiyo!” it was an urgent plea this time. “How could you do this? Why do you always act like this?” he was trembling now with pent up rage.
“You expect everyone to feel sorry for you and know exactly what to do when you won’t tell them what’s going on. You’re ridiculous with you insane demands. We can’t read your mind. I can’t read you damn mind. Why don’t you ever talk to me?”
Before he realized what he was doing, Timar grabbed Chiyo’s shoulder and started shaking her, rocking the creaking old cot.
“Why do you have to be such a bitch?!” he shouted. Tears streamed down his face. Chiyo’s eyes opened and starred blankly into the ceiling.
“Why do you have to be this way?” he whispered to himself hanging his head, knowing that she could not hear him. No different from before.
Looking up again she saw that his shaking had shifted the oversized hospital gown so that one of her breasts was completely exposed. He felt himself stiffen. No, not like this. His hand trebled at his side battling against his will to keep it there.
Second later the battle was won by the hand and it placed itself on the soft flesh of Chiyo’s breast, massaging and playing with the nipple. Before he could stop himself Timar ripped the gown down to the waist so that her entire torso was revealed. He ran his hands on the flat stomach and grabbed the small firm breasts simultaneously, bringing his face down to cover a nipple with his mouth.
Timar stop it, you can’t do this. It’s wrong, he thought to himself but then he remembered all the hurtful things Chiyo had said to him. She seemed always to be on some sort of rampage with Timar the main object of her frustrations. He had sit by and taken it all. But no more now.
He held the small curvy frame by the waist and shifted it on the cot so that the legs hung off on either side of him.
“All I ever wanted was to get to know you but you wouldn’t let anybody close to you, no matter how hard we all tried. You were so cold Chiyo. It’s like you never felt anything and now look at you.” He stroked her face with one hand and tore off her underwear with the other.
Fumbling with his zipper, Timar removed his penis and let his pants fall down to his thighs. Still stroking Chiyo’s body, he inserted himself into her, groaning softly as he did and started thrusting softly. He looked around wildly hoping no one would intrude on his little perverted act.
“I bet you can feel me now you little icy bitch,” he thrust harder. Chiyo’s eyes continued their lifeless gaze upward as the body jerked rhythmically.
“Why don’t you say something huh Chiyo? Look at me for God sake!” he was angry and thrusting ever harder into the soft, moist, warm flesh. “Stop ignoring me! I don’t want to be ignored! Don’t ignore me you bitch!” he was screaming in complete abandon.
“What the hell makes you think you’re so much better than me, huh? Well I’m in control now! How do you like this Chiyo?”
He put both hands around her throat and began to squeeze. Her face reddened. He paused, flipped the body over so that she lay on her stomach, and rammed his rigid organ back into her, moving with short rapid, rough burst of force, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, wringing them.
“Uh…oh…Chiyo, it…didn’t have to be like this.”
Timar wiped away a tear that strayed down his cheek as he finished. Pulling out from the bruised throbbing folds, he let his pants fall to his ankles and his hands to his side. He looked at what he had done: the body sprawled on the cot before him, motionless, oblivious.
She’s still ignoring me. He could see some moisture smeared on her thigh: his moisture. He was hardening again. More tears escaped his eyes, what have I done?
The distant beeping continued unaffected just like Chiyo herself, everything seemed to mock him. His crying was uncontrollable now; his body shook. He didn’t know what the tears were for. He only knew that they had a cleansing effect so he didn’t try to stop them. He ignored the swelling in his crutch and just stood, erect and crying over Chiyo’s desecrated body in the sterile room.